Thursday, May 19, 2011

Negativity


A few days ago a friend of mine was a reading a blog and she kept telling people to come read it on her laptop. I didnt go over to read the post, but it somehow crept its way to the usual lunch session with friends. Apparently this person wrote a pretty negative post about something, being a literature student and having read some of the worst things ever published on paper, I have found that very little surprises me about what people think and put on paper (or digitally). I listened to their conversation intently with a little bit of regret not having read the post myself. Primarily because if I did I would have been more engaged in the conversation itself. But from the bits and pieces that I did collect though, I realized that my main concern had little to do with the issue rather than the writing itself.

I believe entirely that "the pen is mightier than the sword." Writers (blogs or books) have a social responsibility. Writers are the social commentators of society and the authorial defined society in which is jotted down will one day be used as material to define the context and situation of society. The writer is the reflection of its society. And even though most writers have found glory in defying convention, much honor has also been placed by those who stayed within the lines of societal norms.

When I write, sometimes, I write with emotion, with anger, sadness and a whole lot of other negative emotions. But sometimes, I wish, people would be a little bit more positive. Just so that in a 100 years people will read these "digital net of information" and think of how positive the days were "back then" and strive to be just as positive.

Bahz Lurhmann once said :-

"Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rises, politicians will philander, you too will grow old, and when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders."

Maybe thats exactly what the future needs. Maybe what the future needs is something written 50 years ago which tells them that politicians were noble, and that prices were reasonable and that children really did respected their elders. Maybe by giving this to them they'll strive for a better society. A more positive society.

There is just too much negativity in the world today. Never-ending civil war in Africa. Natural disasters destroying nations and families. A prime time news session filled with murders and suicides. Maybe all these are happening because there are less and less positive things written nowadays. People spend hours noting on blogs and books and reports and journals and stories that the world has gone bad, that our society has decayed, and all this without ever really acknowledging the success we have had over time. Malaysians have sent a man to space. Our illiteracy rate is lowest of all the third world nations. Malays now are 11 times more involved in running the nation then they were in 1952. Chinese in Malaysia today are 14 times more richer (considering gdp and inflation rate) compared to 1930 and the number of professional Indians in our country has steadily grown over the years in increasing numbers. Yes we have problems but no nation is perfect, no civilization is perfect, Rome was not built in a day.

I am a fairly open minded person. I am far from perfect, if anything there have been mistakes in my life, in the immediate past, which I am not proud of. I have often at times let my emotions get the better of me. I have swayed from the right path and in the process condemned myself to total idiocy too....

But the world need not be a worst place because of it, and writers need to acknowledge it. A thousand years ago "history were written by kings who have hanged heroes." But nowadays, with the internet, those who are writing now, are writing history. What we say, or write, are the words in which our world today is being painted through our eyes. How the picture turns out, very much relies on the words we use today. Most people write for leisure, just "venting" they call it. But writing is much more than just that. Writing is about convincing people, injecting ideas into their brains and with that, writing must come, with a specific set of responsibilities. One cannot write purely on the basis of free speech without having the intellectual courtesy of at least "trying not to offend anyone." One cannot write simply on the grounds that "this is my opinion and you have to respect it even if you dont like it."

I love the fact that more and more people are blogging nowadays. With the vast amount of information available online whether through academic research or day-to-day experience, these information can seem like a finite number of books. And very much like books, some are written to offend, though it should not be a target that a writer strives for.

People are growing more courageous at writing which is a good thing. Because they know a lot of people are thinking what theyre thinking but someone needs to write it down. But it is a cowardly action in actuality, when you write because you are aware of the fact that when you write something negative, the only consequence you face are a bunch of comments disagreeing with you. Writers all, be aware that what you write affects people. Once youre aware of that fact, why not take a turn and start affecting people in the right way. Im just saying, then again, what do I know. :p

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Short Story Part 9


It was 9 o'clock as I sat in the conference room alone. Fidgety, I looked at my watch. 15 minutes late. I stood up walked out of the balcony. The 15th floor meeting room with a balcony. I don't know whose idea that was, but i think it was genius. I pulled out the box of cigarette from my coat pocket and placed the tip on my lips. A lot has happened in the last few weeks. I left. Lost friends. Lost enemies. I placed my elbows on the rails. Gently huffing smoke into the winds and watch it get blown away and slowly dissipating to nothingness.

"Hello sir, may I ask what youre doing here?"

I turned around to see a young man pushing his head between the doors. He was well built, fair, he looked younger than I was. There was a sense of brilliance in his eyes coupled with a bit of naivety. I threw the cigarette butt on the floor and stepped on it to make sure the fire was out.

"Im suppose to be sitting in on a development meeting. Scheduled at 9." I said as my voice trailed indicating the fact that I don't know why at 9.30 the meeting have yet to start.

"Oh you must be Huzir then." He said smiling stepping out to the balcony with me. He extended his right hand. He had a sixth finger on his right thumb. Dominant character. I remembered i read that somewhere. His handshake firm, radiating strength and personality.

"I'm Hassdy. Creative manager and marketing team leader." He said asserting authority. I smiled.

"Huzir, newbie." I said as I smiled cynically. He laughed. He took out his cigarettes and offered me one. I shook my head. Wasn't my brand. I took out my own cigarette and lit up another one.

"So where else did you work before this?" He asked out of the blue. I finished my huff and answered him.
"A few places, editorials, marketing, writing, social services." I said as nonchalantly as possible.
"Thats quite a lot of places to be working at 26."

He knew how old I was. He knew who I was. In that instant I saw flashes of him reading my profile, my CV. I smiled. Brushed away the fact that my privacy had been breached and that it annoyed me immensely.

"You plan on working here long?" he continued his interrogation.
"As long as I am needed I guess." I answered again uninterested.

Just then a young chinese girl opened the balcony door.

"The meetings about to start." Said the 23 year old Jessica. I smiled and threw my cigarette away and walked into the conference room as Hassdy followed suit. I sat at the place I had left my day planner.

"Welcome to the first Paint development meeting." Said Shamsul, the 43 year old Human Resource officer that head-hunted me.

"As you all know realizing the rapid growth the company has gone through over the duration of the first two years, we are looking to expand the the brand of Paint. The management has agreed that in order to that we will need to bring in new blood to inject some new fresh out of the box ideas." I heard Hassdy scoff at the statement. I detected a bit of arrogance. Then I saw him.

Across the table from me. A tall dark young man around my age. Quietly sitting down, his eyes lacked emotion. his long dark hair covering a small portion of his face. I analyzed his face. His body language. his hand movements and he sat leaning forward, elbows rested firmly on the table to indicate a strong interest. Then he looked at me. Our eyes met for the first time. I felt a connection. In my head the room went dark with no one else but me and him. He averted his eyes from our little staring competition and placed his attention on Mr. Shamsul.

"This is Hamdan. A new recruit highly talented and winner of the Paint Apprentice grant last year. Everyone knows Huzir, prodigal writer and head of the Persona Think Tank for the past 3 years. And everyone else, is well everyone else. Dont worry you two, you'll get to know all of them soon enough."

It wasnt a meeting. At least I wouldnt have called it one. A meeting for me is where you find solutions or ideas to implement. This was an ice-breaking. A way to announce Hamdan and I were now part of this group. This Development group. As everyone began leaving, I saw Hamdan slowly getting out of his chair and moved towards the door.

"Im looking forward to working with you Huzir..." he gently said
"Yeah me too..." I replied.

He resonated, he shone, he was different. Somehow, I thought to myself, that I was going to enjoy working with him. As I was thinking to myself, Hassdy came and patted me on the back.

"Good job for your first meet." It sounded like fake encouragement, but to me he was insignificant, I felt the fact that he was going to be an annoyance, but right now, for me, he's just not important enough. Right now, I'm more interested in Hamdan.


Thursday, April 14, 2011

The Office

There in silence,
I sat with challenged patience,
"Was this the final straw?"
I asked,
as I saw no other picture to draw,
No other conclusions to make,
no other morals to take.

Is this how it ends?
Is this how i stand,
not water nor sand,
have rippled in my hand,
apparently though....
It is not enough,
to just keep tough,
to just laugh,
was it because i wasnt there for the real stuff?
or was it because what bothered you were the small stuff?

You disappoint me,
with all your simple decree,
that you make to flee,
the troubles of the real world you see.
Sampai mati,
hati,
akan begini,
biarpun tiada masa lagi,
akan sentiasa ada ruang untuk sesaat untuk diri,
sesaat untuk luka untuk mati,
hari-hari......


p/s Just read a really sad poem and felt like writing this.... thought it would be nice to incorporate some bm in it hahaha missed writing alot!!! Mr. and Mrs. Hanafee I like the sound of that, has a ring to it (pun intended)
Taknak carik gambar malas :D




Monday, April 4, 2011

Go Green!!

Siapa kata green buruk?? Green boleh jadik cantik ok. Lihatlah sekitar alam~ *winks*



Sunday, April 3, 2011

I'd rather....


I'd rather sleep than talk to you.

Adore more, pray more, irritate less.


One thing that makes me happy is when I get to pray for my husband. I hope he prays for me too. I’m scared when we stop praying for each other, that’s when the mosque that you have built together starts to crumble…..

Monday, March 28, 2011

Mr. and Mrs. Hanafee


Finally, Mr. and Mrs. Hanafee! Yay!!

Turned 25 yesterday. Double Yay!!

Ok, that's all. The updates from me. Hahaha.